Kim got upset that I was posting all pictures of her. Here's a shot of me so you know I'm still on the trip with her.
Snow on the mountains in August. The literature said it never leaves.
Saturday we traveled from Billings, MT to West Yellowstone, MT. We spent most of the day in Wyoming though in the Yellowstone Park. We took what Charles Kuralt calls the most beautiful road in America – Beartooth Pass. It is truly beautiful road to travel. Pictures just don’t do justice to the beauty there. Beartooth Pass is Highway 212 south of Red Lodge MT. There are sections on the map that look pretty difficult to maneuver. The turns are worse than they look when you are driving a 40’ motorhome pulling a 20’ trailer and the whole rig stretches 65’. It was tight, but we made it OK. There are a lot of hairpin turns and there just isn’t room for our rig and a car. We looked in all the directories before we set out and there were no cautions about rig length. Anyway we made it fine and the campground office workers were amazed we did it in our rig. I guess it doesn’t hurt to be a farm kid who grew up running machinery. We saw a lot of Bison again today and had to stop several times for the herds to cross the road. I would estimate we saw at least 500 bison today. They are a magnificent animal weighing some 2000 pounds and when they snort it gets your attention. It is like a low pitched snort and growl put together.
We were above the snow line and the directory said to dress warm as it could snow any month at that at that altitude. We crested the mountains at 10,947 feet. There were lots of motorcycles and the riders were all bundled up. Some even had full faced ski masks with just a small opening to see out. It brought back memories of our traveling by cycle days. We traveled with our front vent windows open to let the fresh air in and so we could hear the water dashing the rocks in the streams. It is amazing how many miles we traveled beside streams that were clear and flowing rapidly. It was good to stop and get out a lot. This trip is so different than our other “vacations” because we aren’t ever in a hurry. We talk to other travelers who are hurrying through their trip to get home and we realize we used to do that. We even stopped at one scenic outlook and took a one hour nap and then I woke up and made a root beer float. Yep, we like the motorhome.
We were above the snow line and the directory said to dress warm as it could snow any month at that at that altitude. We crested the mountains at 10,947 feet. There were lots of motorcycles and the riders were all bundled up. Some even had full faced ski masks with just a small opening to see out. It brought back memories of our traveling by cycle days. We traveled with our front vent windows open to let the fresh air in and so we could hear the water dashing the rocks in the streams. It is amazing how many miles we traveled beside streams that were clear and flowing rapidly. It was good to stop and get out a lot. This trip is so different than our other “vacations” because we aren’t ever in a hurry. We talk to other travelers who are hurrying through their trip to get home and we realize we used to do that. We even stopped at one scenic outlook and took a one hour nap and then I woke up and made a root beer float. Yep, we like the motorhome.
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